“Oh Mark…I- I really don’t know about this! It’s so…wrong!” My eyes looked up at you in a combination of fear,lust,guilt,need, and nervousness. My hazel eyes were wide as they reflected the steer lights. My once smooth voice was now weak. I felt so small…
I’m sure you could feel my hands shaking as they grasped your thighs. Butterflies were in my stomach, and my breaths were slow and forceful.
“Shhh…Katie, relax sexy. No one will even notice.” You said it with such confidence and smoothness. I was ever so slightly less afraid as your deep blue eyes looked into my soul. I saw you smirk as you said.
We were in the back of your Porche. Black and red leather seats, tinted windows, and the radio played Smokey Robinson on low…
You say with your legs spread. Your black jeans lay around your ankles along with your boxers. I was laid across the seats. My head hovered above your now full erection. I felt an urge to grab the base of it, but I wasn’t confident enough. Other than your Cologne, I could smell a musk from you. I couldn’t get enough of that manly smell…